Pilgrimage (Festival Climax)
08-20-2014, 10:00 AM
The brute walked quietly into the gathering. Sound had avoided the festival, too many wolves for his liking. Mostly he'd just stayed busy a hunter for the past few weeks and avoided interaction where at all possible. Alacritis was a nice place. But there was just so damned much going on. It took some getting used to but for the most part the brute was able to simply walk and avoid, clinging fast to the shadows and steering around any overly friendly wolves that might want to interact with him. It was his nature, after all. Interacting properly required you to feel. And Sound still wasn't ready to feel yet. This much was made clear by his ever empty expression. His tail did not sway behind him, but rather, hung there without emotion or life. His head was upright, and eats standing straight, but his mouth was nothing but a expressionless line telling nothing. And most importantly where his eyes. His eyes where the same dull yellow void of nothingness that they had always been. No anger, no fear, No Joy. His steps where measured and even, his shoulders untensed. Sound was not here to be seen. He was simply here to see. For all this time, he knew so utterly little about Katja. This was the marked ending of her glorious festival. If ever there was a moment for a card to be played, it would be now. But as he finally found a spot and took his seat, something went off in his mind. There was a reason Sound chose not to feel. He'd seen some shit. Held witness to a multitude of things unpleasant. Something about the air that came off the two women before him didn't feel right. He betrayed none of this, but it was still there. He felt something in his gut telling him that he shouldn't be setting where he was. After a moment of close observation, his lips parted as he mumbled to himself under his breath. "I don't like this..." Held Accountable For Your Sins |
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